Текст песни: Jim Croce - Vespers
I`d like to think about her
And the way she used to love me
But I just can`t live without her
`Cause her arms are not around me
And the season`s getting later
And my body`s getting colder
And the vespers ring and I`m all alone
Without my love beside me
She`d call me in the evenin`
And ask me to come over
She`d be standing by the window
With her hair down around her shoulder
We`d talk a while and then she`d smile
Then she`d lock the door
And she would sit beside me
And we would talk no more
The bells would ring at six o`clock
And she`d be in my arms
Her head upon my shoulder, gently resting
And then she`d wake and look at me
Not knowing I`d been watching
Kiss me softly, then drift off to sleep
She`d call me in the evenin`
And ask me to come over
She`d be standing by the window
With her hair down around her shoulder
We`d talk a while and then she`d smile
Then she`d lock the door
And she would sit beside me
And we would talk no more
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I`d like to think about her
And the way she used to love me
But I just can`t live without her
`Cause her arms are not around me
And the season`s getting later
And my body`s getting colder
And the vespers ring and I`m all alone
Without my love beside me
She`d call me in the evenin`
And ask me to come over
She`d be standing by the window
With her hair down around her shoulder
We`d talk a while and then she`d smile
Then she`d lock the door
And she would sit beside me
And we would talk no more
The bells would ring at six o`clock
And she`d be in my arms
Her head upon my shoulder, gently resting
And then she`d wake and look at me
Not knowing I`d been watching
Kiss me softly, then drift off to sleep
She`d call me in the evenin`
And ask me to come over
She`d be standing by the window
With her hair down around her shoulder
We`d talk a while and then she`d smile
Then she`d lock the door
And she would sit beside me
And we would talk no more
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